jpak

I think I first met Jon at a Hella show, but that’s actually not true. Maybe we had brunch or something.

Jpak was the guy around the office who was freaking out about this Howard Dean fellow long before I heard of him through any other source.

He loves the monorail.

He is absurdly tall.

That’s it.

Jonathan knows the story I want to tell and he knows the picture that I want to upload.

I’m going to show an uncharictaristc amount of restraint and not do that though.

He can thank me later.

A couple months ago, Jpak sent me a nice birthday message via Friendster. I didn’t write back immediately because I’m mildly allergic to Friendster, and then I didn’t write back later because it seemed stupidly late. The cause could easily be perceived as a Jpak allergy, but I have no such ailment! So I’m using a far superior site to try to make amends. Jpak, if you are indeed a Friendster fan, then blame my lameness on astrology, not me.

He never writes.

We both have red sneakers which we wear every so often. When jpak was in Seattle, we always would randomly show up at work on the same days in our red sneakers. I swear there was no Belltown-Cap Hill coordination going on.